Senseless in Seville

We’d just had 10 relaxing days in Isla Canela (the bit right where Spain meets Portugal on the Mediterranean) when we drove off towards Seville to spend a day exploring the city before flying home the next afternoon. The drive was pleasant in brilliant sunshine along the motorway, we reached the outskirts of Seville and took the exit towards the city, excited at the new experience that lay just around the corner. Or so we thought, because it was at this point that our straightforward journey turned into the Whacky Races.